hadriel_logs | Event Log: Keepsakes

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.

Well, Hope and Delight are messing with the door again, but at least this time dragons aren't involved, right? This attempt goes a bit better - sure, no one gets sent home, but if everyone will just look under their seats, they'll find a FREE [INSERT SOMETHING YOU MAYBE DIDN'T WANT AT ALL HERE]! Awesome! So nice! Yup, throughout these few days people will be finding things from home - something they loved, something they used all the time, something they hated, something they totally forgot they even had. All sorts of cool stuff!

Well, they might not actually find it. Their neighbor might, or a complete stranger. And who knows where it could turn up? At the park, half-buried? In the Silent Hill zone, kept safe by a horrifying monster? Or hey, maybe in somebody's underwear drawer. Awkward. Better try to find your stuff, or find the owner of whatever weird crap you found. It could be something important.

► This log covers October 15th-October 19th.
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...Yeah.

[You've earned it.

That's what they want to say, or would say, if it were their right to say anything at all. Instead, they think- of a joke about a kid who ate pie with their bare hands, and how their mom was a little crusty about it. It draws a reluctant smile to the surface, sitting beside their partner and resting their head on folded arms.]

It's all yours.

[They aren't the only one who misses their mom.]

[They want to make that joke a reality. Just dig in without the fork provided and leave not one crumb behind. Eating the pie slice, eating a slice of happiness on a plate. It was amazing someone could make something like this. Monsters were amazing.]

Thank you.

[But. Perhaps it was because of the happiness in the room that made the sort of sorrow all that prevalent.

* Something's missing.]

...did you receive one Frisk?

[Because when they think about it, Chara remembers the slices were always rather generous. Not split in half by something tinged with sadness.]

[A pause. Of course Chara would take note, as they always do. Perceptive; even more than Frisk, always capable of putting what they see and know into words. If they were a bitter child, they might even be jealous of that.

Or perhaps they just know Chara too well to be jealous. What's theirs is Frisk's, and vice versa.]

...Yeah.

I'm saving some of it, just in case.

[For however long it lasts.]

[Going silent didn't work all the time so Chara spoke after observing. They got good at it. They had to.

But with Frisk it came from being inside them for all the runs and Resets. Voicing their thoughts made Chara at least understand where they came from and what to look for. Even though in Hadriel it sometimes wasn't enough.

Chara nips back into the kitchen for forks. Two, just in case. Just so they know that this can be shared. That it was meant to be shared.]

Thank you, partner.

[And then they start eating a Mother's love.]

[A second fork. An offer that isn't taken, but it's appreciated all the same. The most that Frisk does is rest their chin in their arms, a small but prominent smile on their lips as they watch Chara, because that's enough.

The smile on Chara's face is enough.]

[Sometimes it's easier to have a way of speaking without speaking. Chara still stumbles over over kindness, even with Frisk. But they had things like a second fork or * I'm here if you need me, without a single word. Putting yourself out there without being out there.

They finish half the pie before figuring it's best if they hold off on eating the whole thing. They'll miss it harder once it's gone if it was done in a day. So Chara puts the fork down.]

Foil?

Uh- yes!

[You stare.

It's probably a little creepy. Caught out in their reverie, Frisk almost upends the chair they were sitting on in their haste to comply, catching it before it hits the ground and ruins the next few hours for the both of them (loud noises do not belong in here, ever. ever.) and trotting into the kitchen once more, returning with the requested item.]

I put the rest in the freezer.

...I hope it's okay.

[It is a little creepy but not as bad as Chara could make it. They watch the chair almost fall and try to suppress the urge to shut their eyes even though Frisk catches it and there's no need for it. They take the foil from their partner and wraps it up.]

It should be fine. The Pie lasts for awhile.

[They should know. Hording that slice until Asgore, Sans or maybe even eating it when they ran out of food after staying in one place for too long. Tastes like home, hun?]

[Chara probably has a little more experience with pies, so Frisk will have to take their word for it. It is magical pie, after all, and freezers are also fairly magical. They'd always been able to make food last if they put it in there, so long as no one else found it.

They probably won't have that trouble here. Chara wouldn't- well.

Chara understands.]

...If you need the other piece, you can have it too, okay?

We both have half, Frisk. One for each of us.

[It's not scolding but more a callback to Asriel's words when he placed the Locket in their hand and explained why he was giving it to Chara. One Locket for each of them, one pie slice for each of them.

Half and half, just like partners should be.]

[You need it more than me. We both have half.

One day, someone's really going to need this pie. Frisk supposes they'll just have to hold onto it until then. For the time being, they simply smile, nodding despite the fact that they know, sometime in the future, their nod will turn into a lie.

Chara doesn't have to know that.]

Alright.

Event Log: Keepsakes

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